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until my eyes burned, half-expecting the string of zeros to vanish into thin

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that had choked me for tw

he heat in my veins wasn't the impotent frustration of an Omega anymore; it was the ancient, calculating fury of an apex predator waking up

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I would be no better than Dixon-just a monster with a bigger bank account. Before I tore my enemies apart, I need

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rash can, watching it crumple among the empty beer cans. It felt like shedding a dead, pathetic skin. I

orn-out sneakers. They were still the clothes o

ve luxury shopping district in Jork City. It was a sanctuary for high-ranking wolves, a place where the air was thic

jaw set. Let them judge my clothes. Let them